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When they finally reached the hospital, Jisung was immediately brought to an examination room.
Minho was a bit unsure if the younger was okay with him entering the room as well but the way Jisung looked at him with big teary eyes didn't leave him much option.
He gently took Jisung's small hand in his, rubbing his thumb in circles on the smaller's palm in a soothing way as they waited for a doctor to arrive.
After what felt like hours to both boys but were not even two minutes, a male, probably in his mid-thirties, entered hurriedly.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Bang. You've been experiencing strong abdominal pain? When did it start hurting?"
the blonde man asked as he carefully lifted Jisung's shirt after getting the permission of the latter.
"I-I don't know. Around evening. I thought i-it'd just be my normal nausea."
"That's untypical. Normally morning sickness is mostly experienced during the first trimester, it's uncommon for the second trimester. How far along are you?"
the doctor asked as he made everything ready for an ultrasound.
Minho was honestly a very tiny bit excited even in this situation, it was his first time seeing the baby since he was never at one of Jisung's check-ups with him.
"31 weeks, almost 32."
"That was unexpected but I see. Your baby is very small. Did your doctor mention any abnormalities or risks?"
Jisung breathed in heavily as another wave of pain rushed through his lower body and squeezed Minho's hand.
"He said I'm having a h-high risk pregnancy because baby is s-so small"
the younger closed his eyes and cried out at the sudden incredible pain.
The doctor had found the reason for Jisung's pain and had wordlessly rushed out of the room, yelling something about abruptio placentae and preparing operating room S5.
The young boy looked up at Minho with tears glistening his eyes, his hands desperately clutching onto the older's hand.
"C-can you call my mommy? A-and Hyunjin and Seungmin, they should get the baby bag, tell them the code p-please. M-my password is three-one-zero-three."
31st of March, his bubby's actual due date.
"Of course, anything else?"
Minho gently pulled one of his hands out of Jisung's strong grip to wipe away the sparkling tear from the younger's soft cheek.
"P-promise me-",
sniffing softly, the tiny boy moved his hands to place Minho's one hand carefully on top of his baby bump,
"whatever happens, save our bubby. Please."
At Jisung's words the older boy couldn't control himself anymore and the first painful sob left his mouth.
He buried his face in Jisung's chest as he cried together with the younger boy.
To Minho it felt like a bad dream.
He wished that he would just wake up from this nightmare, go to their kitchen like every other morning and see Jisung munching on banana bread with mustard.
But instead of squirming in his bed because of a bad dream, he was crying his heart out together with the person he loved but never admitted it because they could lose their son or Jisung.
"Promise me you return healthy out of this, he's your baby, not mine. He needs you"
Minho whispered with a raspy voice, his eyes red and swollen from all the crying.
"H-hyung he's your son too. Has always been. He needs his daddy too."
"We'll get through this together and then we'll live together like a happy family, I promise."
The older forced a small smile on his face as he cupped one of Jisung's cheeks caressing his cheekbone softly with his thumb.
He bent down and placed a soft kiss on Jisung's sweaty forehead before the younger got carried away to the operation rooms.
Leaving a crying male hugging a piggy plushie to his chest with his muscular tattooed arms in the waiting area at 3am on the second of February.
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